Advaita

In an unknown land somewhere far from earth I am standing on a cliff. The land seems earthly and so does the air. I see people enjoying the nature. I see a young lad running after the butterflies, a girl lost in praising the beautiful yellow rose and marigold and cheers up on watching the sunflower move with sun. People are engrossed in cooking their favorite dishes, doing what pleases them. The smile on their beautiful faces is so natural; the lips take a curve like a soft wave on crystal clear water. Seeing their smile removes all the worries in me. I can’t help but smile while I see their carefree faces; enjoying every minute of their life. Suddenly it all changed. I saw that young lad smeared in red fluid. His very legs that were chasing butterflies are now amputated. The veins that rested beneath the skin are now out and bleeding. That girl who was praising the roses is now holding her eyeballs in her hand; her beautiful face is now an ugly red rose. People engrossed in ...

आध्यात्म के समुद्र के निकट खड़ा मैं उसे निहार रहा था                               भौतिकता की रेत नरम सी महसूस हो रही थी परन्तु मेरा मन समुद्र के शोर मे रमता चला गया. मैंने आगे बढ़ने का निर्णय किया कि तभी पीछे से लोगो ने पुकारा   “ आगे न जा, जल है गहरा ” मैंने समुद्र की ओर  देखा, कितना शांत और सांत प्रतीत हुआ, मैं हँसा और आगे बढ़ा..          लोग फिर बोले सोचले दोबारा परन्तु समुद्र की शांति मे वह शोर दबता चला गया.. समुद्र का जल मेरे पैरों को धोने लगा  और  इधर भौतिकता की रेत जिद्दी होती गई,          गीले पैरों में वह और चिपकती चली गई. परन्तु मैं परेशान न हुआ और                     आगे बढता चला गया.. अचानक लहरें उठी, वातावरण बदला, मैं फिसला और रेत के एक ढेर पर जा गिरा परन्तु दृष्टि केवल समुद्र पर ...

Lust, the moment you hear this word a series of images come across your mind, certain notions start resurfacing. Lust today is expressed and understood mostly in negative sense Now a-days its meaning and imagery has been well distorted via media of course. We fail to understand its aesthetics. Irony is our ancestors from so many years back wrote volumes over it. They grasped the substance in it. Lust is real beauty. It is the essence of beauty, the way you feel the beauty in anything that way is lustrous. I have often heard them saying love should not be confused with lust, and to be honest for quite a long time I too believed in that. It is only now that I gave it a serious thought and here I am expressing. The feminine and masculine aspects of nature are its only essence. ‘Purush’ and ‘Prakriti’ as the ‘Sankhya philosophy’ describes form this nature. It is the interplay of these two elements or energies or powers whatever way you want to term them.  When you obser...

I came out of my room and sat by the window. Something was unusual today. I was lost into some thoughts. No matter how much I tried, I still couldn’t trace them to their origin! And then a gentle breeze blew around me. what a refreshing touch of this air. I feel new energy flowing. I decided to go out. Packed myself to keep me from catching cold, I stepped foot on the fresh snow outside. It was soft. I look around and I wonder if it’s for real. I am on Himalayas I guess. There are Snow laden peaks, still no fear of frost bite. I think I am dreaming.  But there is air I can feel it, the softness in its sound it makes when flowing past me, I am sure it’s real. So I walk forth to explore my new haven. I hear a small waterfall not far from where I am. I decide to walk up there. On my way I smell beautiful fragrance, I am sure it is not from around this planet. Whatever, I don’t feel like using rational mind. So I just keep flowing with it.  If there is heaven then this...

There are times when you don’t feel the connection. You don’t feel things as they were, things by which you could explain your daily life. Superficially those things might seem as constant. You are experiencing them every day, you see them, touch them, and talk to them, listen and feel. Question is, is it really the same way every day? Lately I have been pondering over this question and I realized it was worth giving a thought. Biologically speaking we are definitely not similar to what we were even 5 minutes ago because new cells are replacing older ones in our body continuously. So maybe I can say I am being reborn every day. And since I being the subject changing continuously then how can I expect the world, an object to be same as it were? That would be illogical to say. Objective world is being perceived solely because there is a subject to study them. And if subject is not constant then how can you expect object to be so? Therefore this subject-object relation might seem be...

Sometimes I wonder what am I supposed to do. A few years back career was a  priority but gradually I realized there is something more to it. I found myself stuck in the boundaries of society. And then a rebel was born. I realized that’s what I am. I can’t live this way, freedom is what I crave deep inside. Free in all senses. That rebel was me. a new me I guess. I got a new vision to look at things. But it didn't helped, it added fuel to the fire that was burning in me to run away. Run away not like a coward as they may say, because I didn’t fit into their ways. And why I should? Because this is how it was or it should be ?? NO.  I wanted to share my vision but were they ready for this? I think yes and no both. Yes because visions like that have been the cause of historical revolutions. And no because it was too much interference for their comfort zones that they’d created around themselves. Question was, if I was willing to struggle for it. And the answer I accept...